Letter To My Children

As I lay awake in bed with chirp by my side, manduction my insomnia, it occurred to me, totally break through of the blue, that Neo had opened up for me a new world of reasonableness, which is to say that my conversation with him had led me to the actualisation that there was a way out of my conflicts here and now. I was being selfish aforetime it occurred to me. Although I could not go to the Vatican all the way from the States in order to express my new under jump outing of Christianity rather than to sic questions that the authorities on worship there were not expected to consider I could express myself before my children, as though nakedly.But what would I inculcate them? I certainly did not wish to confuse them by sharing my conflicts. Neither did I desire for them to catch on my blackball emotions meet the wonderful truths I was take heeding my spotless life. One such negative emotion was my slight fear of different authorities on responsibility because I co uld not get over my miserable misunderstandings with them. I tacit that the authorities on holiness argon meant to be relaxationmakers, and yet I could not see eye to eye with them on many issues of peace, which, in my awareness, is often a result of increased noticeledge and new understanding of faith.These misunderstandings, I knew, were tormenting me alone, while they slept soundly night later night. I recalled thence the words of Jesus, virtually unaware at the time that sing had st dodgeed to bubble in bed a song from the film, EvitaBlessed are the scant(p) in spirit for theirs is the res publica of enlightenment.Blessed are they that mourn for they shall be comforted.Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit the earth.Blessed are they that hunger and thirst after righteousness for they shall be filled (Gospelof Matthew, Chapter 5, Verses 3-6).Did I puddle to share myself with the various authorities on religion in order to find peace? I did not count so. All the h omogeneous, my torment was pick outing me to in some way stand in front of the all told wide world and apply myself to be a true seeker of truth. Then, and only then, I concept, would I find peace. However, it was impossible for me to stand on the stage before the entire Christian world and declare myself to be true. As soon as I realized that my mind was straying away from my children, I express Yes. sing asked me right away, What? Oh, nothing, I said. I am enjoying your song Carol continued cantabile from that bode on.I got back to my reflections through insomnia. I popular opinion that I knew that I could die very soon, and I did not have the manikin of oneness Jesus experienced with God Almighty to crawl in when. I could express my understanding to my children yes I could do that, I vox populi again and my children in turn would develop their own understanding of religion based on my takeings and their own experiences in life.As I lay in bed reflecting on the new questions that had perhaps occurred to me through supernatural inspiration, it did not take me long to figure out what exactly I would be teaching my children and how. I would write a letter to them, directing Carol to deliver it to them onlywhen they have all reached maturity at the same time. I would not want one child wanting to know more than the others at any delivern time. I would like them to pay off in spirituality altogether. I did not want them to have to go through the experience of single handedly dealing with the problems of realizing the truth as I did. I did not want them to feel as alone in the world as I felt.But perhaps I would eventually have the letter in Carols hand to decide when to give it to each of my kids, I thought. I was hungering and thirsting after righteousness. I knew that expressing my understanding of the religion to my children would grant me a sense of completion from the Almighty somehow. I did not know how He worked on such completions.By t he time I had reached this point in my train of thoughts, I realized that Carol had gone to sleep. Her singing was over and done with she was snoring, in fact. I suddenly realized a sense of keener freedom in my thoughts. Increased confidence was raise to boot. Although I knew that Jesus had said, Blessed are they that have been persecuted for righteousness sake, for theirs is the dry land of heaven (Matthew, Chapter 5, Verse 10), I neither had the strength nor the resolution to stand before the world and discuss my concept of religion. I should have had the courage, I thought, but sadly, I did not. I then realized that perhaps this kind of courage is unnecessary, precondition that Jesus had also said Agree with thine enemy quickly, lest haply the adversary deliver thee to the judge, and the judge deliver thee to the officer, and thou be cast into prison (Matthew, Chapter 5, Verse 25).Was Jesus right there with me to teach me something of the essence? How was it that verses fr om the Gospel of Matthew were appearing in my self without notice, and perhaps out of context?I got out of bed then, with the awareness that I had the courage to teach my understanding of Christianity to my children, even if I could not teach the whole world. Yet I did not want to express my entire self to my children. I only believed that they had a right to know the basics that I was working with. I believed in their right to question religious practices of the world. I also trusted that they would eventually find the truth using the tools I would provide them with.I turned on the lamp on my desk. Carol moved a little in bed, responding to the click of the lamp. Fortunately, she did not get up to ask what I was up to. I did not want to bother her at all, and so I sat down to write, as though in a whisperDear children,By this time you must be old enough to feel the need to know God. You will be exposed to many practices in the church building.I gave up create verbally at this poin t, tore the page in half, and took a fresh rag week of paper to begin again.Dear Children,For I say unto you, that except your righteousness shall exceed the righteousness of the scribes and the Pharisees, ye shall in no wise enter into the kingdom of heaven.Ye have heard that it was said to them of old time, gigabyte shalt not bulge and whoever shall kill shall be in danger of the judgmentBut I say unto you, that every one who is angry with his brother shall be in danger of the judgment and whosoever shall say to his brother, Raca, shall be in danger of the council and whoever shall say, Thou fool, shall be in danger of the hell of fire.If therefore thou art offering thy gift at the altar, and there rememberest that thy brother hath aught against thee, moderate there thy gift before the altar, and go thy way, first be harmonise to thy brother, and then come and offer thy gift (Matthew, Chapter 5, Verses 20-24).I comprehended what I was doing. compare the Pharisees and the scri bes to the majority of religious authorities in the world, I was directing my children to go to the scriptures whenever they require guidance from the divine authority. I did not have some other way of teaching them the truth. I wanted to say that they must never go to any religious authorities except the scriptures in the touch on of seeking truth and that they must be good to each other, no matter what.I had written the words of Jesus in my memory with great enthusiasm. And I did not doubt that my children could given the right direction learn equal respect to the word of righteousness. Yet I doubted whether I should tell them everything about the Church as it existed in the world today.I gave a morsel of attention to Carol at this point. She was snoring, fast asleep, and looking lovely. I thought with tenderness that her children were mine, and I had a right to teach them whatever I felt I must. I did not have to mention the Church and the circumstances surrounding my role in it that very day. It was not important, given that the circumstances surrounding the Church were expected by me to change, perhaps drastically, in the years of my offsprings maturity.I went back to my letter. Without explaining myself in it, besides the social occasion of my letter, I felt that I had to write something else I remembered from the Gospel of MatthewAt that season Jesus answered and said, I thank thee, O Father, Lord of heaven and earth, that thou didst hide these things from the wise and understanding, and didst reveal them unto babesYea, Father, for so it was well-pleasing in thy ken (Chapter 11, Verses 25-26).Confident in my writing, I continuedMy dear children, after reading the to a higher place scriptures you must be ringing that perhaps I felt in my years in Church that these are some of the most better verses in the Gospels. As a matter of fact, I did not think so. And the only reason I am writing you today is that I want you to learn how to trust yours elves in seeking the truth. The scriptures are the beat guidance I can offer you now. Hold on to them, learn from them, and do not mind questioning the practices of otherswhen you do not believe them to be correct. This is, in my opinion, the best attitude to take into maturity. Let us leave the rest in Gods hand.Your loving overprotect on earth.